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[–] [email protected] 22 points 3 months ago (2 children)

is this a reference to something that i'm too uneducated to get?

[–] obre 21 points 3 months ago (2 children)

As far as I can tell, mostly just fantasy tropes and the poem by Percy Shelley, a personal favorite

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

[–] [email protected] 20 points 3 months ago

The poem of course referring to the real Ozymandias, who is Ramses the Second with Ozymandias being a greek conversion of the egyptian name User-Maat-Re (or Re-User-Maat, of which the english translation is Rameses or Ramses)

[–] [email protected] 20 points 3 months ago

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

[–] [email protected] 2 points 3 months ago

It rings of The City of the Singing Flame by Clark Ashton Smith. Worth reading.